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Jimmy jack, flash smash |
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Broken bottle, broken crash |
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Shooting rotten, rotten hash |
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Drinking bottles, what an arse up |
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What a slip up, shouting flipping |
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Screamers, laughers, trippers tripping |
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Now my grasp on reality's slipping |
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My straight-jacket ain't fitting |
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Glass smash jack is having a bash |
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See me now |
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I have the mark |
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See me glowing in the dark |
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Play at night in the park |
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Balls and razors, what a lark |
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Knives and guns, guns are fun |
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I'm on the run from falling over |
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Over-dosed on four-leaf clover |
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A drink with byte |
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I'll call it rover |
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Glass smash jack wants you |
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Everybody wants you |
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Wants your co-operation |
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Jack smash has a mission |
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He is in a delicate position |
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For the performance of his ploy |
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To do and then destroy |
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Preferably with a hat |
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It's quite a trip to hell and back |
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And rather warm when you're in to bat |
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And it's really isn't cricket |
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Glass smash jack wants you... etc |
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Mischiefs done no turning back |
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You're on your own now jimmy jack |
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And all those memories that you bring |
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From childhood to the power thing |
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Don't they haunt you |
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Don't cryAnd don't you hate |
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And don't you wish |
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It wasn't too late |
